Living A Dream

Groaning Zu’gar rolled her eyes and grabbed some of her own clothes, though not before she’d given herself a proper scratch, which, Lace observed, the Orcess did with more of a pinch and roll motion. “I never needed to know these things before.” Zu’gar objected, pulling a shirt down over her head, a growl escaping her lips as the collar caught on a protruding lower canine for a second. “You weren’t with me before.” Lace said with a smile, watching as the line of the shirt was corrected, pulled down to cover Zu’gar’s immense bust, obscuring them, though only technically, their shape still masterfully defined under the thin fabric, soft nipples on show as not-so-little bumps. Zu’gar grunted again in Solo Shemale assent then changed her tune, a brighter edge creeping into her voice, “Food?” Lace let out a little giggle as she buttoned up her own clean shirt, looking every bit the modest and prim young lady and not at all like the cock ravaged Orc-slut that she was, “You’re insatiable…” “Oh. More sex then?” Zu’gar grinned as she pulled on her boots, watching as Lace tweaked back the canvas flap to peer out back the way they’d come. “Oh hush,” Lace waved a hand back as she peered around the side towards the city, “We should see what the master was talking a… Ah. Oh..” Zu’gar frowned curiously and stepped forward as Lace clambered out, but the Orc hesitated, her fingers tracing up to her neck with a reluctant sigh. A minute later Zu’gar emerged with the fake collar wrapped uncomfortably around her neck. While it wasn’t linked to Lace’s mismatching control bracelet, it was a necessity to avoid the other humans in the caravan from turning against her. They could understand and even accept an Orc slave as the caravans bodyguard, but a free Orc would be an entirely different matter. She stepped up beside Lace and her frown grew deeper. In the distance between increasingly sparse trees where the night before there had been nought but a dense fog bank appeared the city of Thaefar, recognisable for its sprawling size, diverse architecture and, to the shock of the silent onlookers, for the trails of wispy black smoke rising high from the city, seemingly the result of several burned out fires. “What now?” Zu’gar asked quietly, so only Lace could hear. Lace let out a low sigh and thought for a moment, resting her fists on the broad curve of her hips, “Well… If anything, there will only be more cumshot work for me I guess? Let’s just be careful, okay?” Zu’gar nodded some but felt an empty pit settle in her stomach as the caravan continued on the last leg of their journey. She had spent her entire life in the wilderness, save for her memory blurred time in the slavers pit and one night of passion in an Inn with Lace. Cities understandably made her nervous, especially ones with, she assumed, feuding humans. The caravan advanced cautiously, uncertain of what awaited it at the gates of Thaefar but too low on supplies and flush with goods to consider circumventing the city altogether or turning back. Zu’gar, who would often run off to scout, hunt or workout stayed especially close by to their caravan, always remaining aware of where Lace was as they travelled, though she spent most of the last leg inside, bathing and applying her warpaint. As they drew closer and the mood in the caravan became increasing grim Lace asked that Zu’gar pack their belongings, a small job that she didn’t mind, but one which helped to reinforce the lie of her collar to the others among their group. As the caravan approached the sparse buildings around the city gates Lace quietly settled her remaining business with the Caravan Master and masturbation called to Zu’gar, hopping down to walk beside the powerful Orcess, all of Lace’s and Zu’gar’s belongings thrown together in a heavy bag, its strap slung over Zu’gar’s shoulder then down between her breasts, helping to define and shape them, making them stand out all the more obvious on her chest. “Stay close, at least until we know what’s going on…” Lace said softly and Zu’gar fake boobs furrowed her brows a little as she had never seen Lace in any way doubtful, even when she had been confronted with Zu’gar’s sudden and surprise freedom. Alongside the Caravan Master and with Zu’gar close in tow, Lace approached the open gates and was quickly spotted by a pair big cock of what she assumed were guards. A man tall and broad-chested approached, wearing a Webcams breastplate and helm displaying the colours of the city, flanked, bizarrely, by a tall slender lizardman in no such uniform, his slit eyes focusing in on Lace. She noticed, however, that they both shared a green band tied in a ribbon about their left arm. A militia or con guard of sorts, Lace wondered. “Stop where you are slaver.” The lizardman hissed in his strange fluidic accent, the point of his spear lowering, an action his human companion mimicked, though he eyed his comrade uncertainty. Lace parted her lips to speak but Zu’gar took a step forward, placing herself between the lowered spear point and Lace, her own fierce eyes focused and instantly angry. “Come now come now,” the Caravan Master spoke hurriedly, trying to press some authority into his low rough voice, “no one is looking for a fight, what’s going on here?” The human guard glanced briefly at the man, spear still levelled and his tone almost apologetic, “There’s been some changes, the city council elections have resulted in a…” He spared his companion a glance, “A non-human Patrician. Lord Abbachalk. Abbachhk.” The Lizard let out a frustrated little hiss, “Abbacha’ak.” “Right, right, Abbacha’ak. It has resulted in some er, civil unrest. It is recommended at the moment that slave owners do not enter the city, tensions are high and attacks are frequent. “I need you masturbation to help me out.” The slow seeping seemed to go on and on, never ending. “Will you take it out please?” she asked. Two big fingers pressed into my vagina as his tongue played with my clit. Laura was grateful that she at least had a good view of the sluts. 11:37, and we were halfway through the drink. “We can stay here forever, Arbor.” I smiled, “It’s up to you.” I was worried about missing my train and I so wanted to get back to Ryan. There was no way I’d be able to pull them out no matter how strong I might be. I saw Sasha’s face lower down Solo Shemale to Paula’s beautiful chest, “You need to get some sleep, big cock Dad.” Josie said, “We have to cumshot drive to Jacksonville tomorrow.” She fake boobs hurriedly put on her bikini and a light-weight cotton Webcams cover-up, and then hustled down to the beach. She tugged hard on it, twisting it. She didn't have to answer.